Of all my misnomers,
Mistooks of arrogance,
To think I could career careen
A life
in poetry,
Extra pressure of the
Broadest of a narrowing sujet,
the scripting of poesy
on the restricted topical
of only love poetry

Must have been punch love drunk,
When that notion crazy stung
My cerebal,
Gored discor-ed cortex,
Probably just another
Post a Loving,
dreaming scheming moment,
Or reading a Shakespeare sonnet,
Or
Midst the long lonely pauses
somewhere,
(S)under the rainbow,
tween  teener and geezer,
and
Everything in between
made myself a poet of a restricted diet
not "eating " for days at a time

for love comes and goes,
frequent departures much more easygoing & common,
than regularly scheduled arrivals,
easy go, not so easy come,
what was I thinking of?

what a she-muk,
talking about cutting your nose off
to spite your face,

What game shall we play?
There's one you call "I love you".
Then push me away.

I call to say hello.
She is in your tone of voice.
I feel so betrayed.
She gets the finished product.
The you I helped to create.

simple things are all it takes
to tie my heart in knots of devotion
for i'm a simple girl
with simple wants:

to feel loved
no
to feel loveable

I speak gibberish.
It is my second language.
Nonsense is my first.

As the time ticks by,
I can't promise but I'll try,
to blue up your sky.